Page 86 of Rebel

“Tell me what you want,” I said against her collarbone.

Her fingers tightened in my hair, directing me.“Here,” she whispered.Then, more urgently, “Here.”

I followed her lead, letting her guide me.Her breathing grew more ragged, her commands less verbal and more physical -- a tug of my hair, the press of her hand.The world narrowed to just us, the soft sounds of her pleasure, the heat building between us.

I loved seeing her like this, so vulnerable and needy.My hand roamed down her stomach to tease at the entrance of her wet heat, watching as she squirmed under my touch.

“Tell me what you want,” I repeated, my voice low and rough.

She gasped, arching her back as if offering herself up to me.“Please… take me.”

I slid a finger inside her, feeling the tight grip of her pussy as I began to thrust slowly inside her welcoming warmth.

“Oh God… yes!”She cried out as I felt her nails dig into my shoulders.Thrusting her hips up to meet my movements, she kissed me hungrily.“Harder… please…” she begged between breaths, her words barely audible over the sounds of our passion.

“Not going to manage that with just a finger.”

She blinked up at me.“Then use something else.”

I grinned and forced her legs wider apart with my own, making room for my cock at her entrance.I took a moment to admire the sight before me -- her beautiful body begging for my dominance.

“Look at you,” I growled, slapping my hardened cock against her soaking wet pussy.“You’re so fucking sexy asking for this.”With that, I pushed inside her in one swift motion, claiming her tightness for myself.

Her whole body shuddered under my onslaught as I began to pound into her greedy pussy.

“Yes!Oh God yes!”She cried out beneath me, arching her back and meeting every thrust with equal force.

I grabbed her hair, tugging her head back to expose her long neck.I could feel the pulse beating wildly as I planted soft kisses along its length.

“You’re mine,” I growled into her neck before capturing her mouth once again in a fierce kiss that left us both breathless.

Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the new bed frame creaking slightly under our weight.I could feel her getting closer, her inner walls clenching around me as her breathing became more erratic.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my own release.“Come for me, Rio.”

She shattered beneath me, waves of pleasure washing over her.The sight of her coming undone pushed me over the edge, and I followed her into bliss, groaning her name as I emptied myself inside her.

We collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing.I rolled to the side, pulling her with me so she rested against my chest.Her strawberry-blonde hair tickled, stuck to my beard, and I brushed it back, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Fuck,” she mumbled against my skin.

“Yeah,” I agreed eloquently, still trying to catch my breath.

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, the sweat cooling on our bodies.Rio’s fingers traced patterns on my chest, circling the tattoo over my heart.

“I never thought I’d have this,” she said quietly.

“Same.”

I watched her face, caught in the raw vulnerability of the moment.Her gaze met mine, and something passed between us -- something deeper than the physical connection.

“Stay with me,” she whispered, and I wasn’t sure if she meant in that moment or forever.

“Always,” I promised, meaning both.

For several minutes, we just breathed together, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her back.The comfortable silence wrapped around us like a blanket.Outside our window, the sounds of the compound provided a backdrop to our private world -- motorcycle engines going by, occasional voices, the hum of life continuing while we existed in this suspended moment.

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair.She hummed contentedly, her breath warm against my skin.

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